Posted on July 17, 2020 at 04:47:04 AM by Solomon
Solomon
Solomon can clearly see that she is unhappy with his explanation and a grin lurks about his lips. For all of the red mare's posturing and face pulling, she had come here without too much complaint, and from this, he deduced that she was far more willing to accept a ruler than she wanted him to believe. It would help when the princes arrived as well, he thought as he watched the aging grey stallion saunter towards them. Warsaw was still formidable, even in his twilight years, and while it was evident that age was catching up to him, he was nothing to sneeze at.
In Solomon's estimation, Warsaw's remaining power lingered in the power of his name across the isles, and in the two young sons he was attempting to elevate to take over. In truth, if they were to fall to sparring right now, Solomon was growing certain that he would win, but an ally was definitely better than an enemy living next door. In greeting, Solomon inclines his head, a grin already forming on his lips.
"Always good to see you as well, Warsaw," he offers in greeting. He watches Aine's face from the corner of his eye, and is not surprised when the mare opens her mouth to sass at Warsaw, although he does not immediately react. A smirk lurks at the corners of her lips, taking it for what it was - the attempted rebellion of a teen that was unhappy in her new role. Still, he doesn't let her go entirely unpunished and as he steps up to join Warsaw, he lashes out in an attempt to nip at her shoulder with pinned ears.
He chuckles as he withdraws, although his eyes remained narrowed in an unreadable emotion. Sol would gladly drive the fiery little mare back into the Cove and educate her on proper manners and respect, but it wasn't really his intention. To do so would inevitably lead to him wanting him to keep her as his own, rather than offering her off as a gift. His attention is given to Warsaw, however, deigning not to reward her sass with more back and forth. "I thought she might replace Neala, for you or the boys."
Amusement glittered in his eyes as he addressed the Tinuvel King. "Contrary to her sass, I have not come to request anything in particular. If Ysabel ever decides to look for a new home, she is welcome in the Cove, however."
There is a mild challenge to the words that he speaks, although it is subtle and really only a reference to their initial conversation, wherein Solomon had attempted to negotiate that Requiem be allowed to stay as his second in return for protection. He had quite resoundingly been schooled in that Warsaw's family was allowed to make their own decisions regarding where they lived. Or, at least, Requiem had earned that right. Whether this extended to the mares in his care remained to be seen. For all he knew, Ysabel was no relation to the grey stallion, and was instead a mare that belonged to Warsaw.
"In the meantime, she seems like she could be a fun one for one of the boys to tame." His gaze comes to rest on Aine, almost as a challenge. She was feisty, that was certain, but he had a feeling that when mixed with the hot young blood of an eager prince she would quickly find her match. "A way to whet their whistles, so to speak."
In Solomon's estimation, Warsaw's remaining power lingered in the power of his name across the isles, and in the two young sons he was attempting to elevate to take over. In truth, if they were to fall to sparring right now, Solomon was growing certain that he would win, but an ally was definitely better than an enemy living next door. In greeting, Solomon inclines his head, a grin already forming on his lips.
"Always good to see you as well, Warsaw," he offers in greeting. He watches Aine's face from the corner of his eye, and is not surprised when the mare opens her mouth to sass at Warsaw, although he does not immediately react. A smirk lurks at the corners of her lips, taking it for what it was - the attempted rebellion of a teen that was unhappy in her new role. Still, he doesn't let her go entirely unpunished and as he steps up to join Warsaw, he lashes out in an attempt to nip at her shoulder with pinned ears.
He chuckles as he withdraws, although his eyes remained narrowed in an unreadable emotion. Sol would gladly drive the fiery little mare back into the Cove and educate her on proper manners and respect, but it wasn't really his intention. To do so would inevitably lead to him wanting him to keep her as his own, rather than offering her off as a gift. His attention is given to Warsaw, however, deigning not to reward her sass with more back and forth. "I thought she might replace Neala, for you or the boys."
Amusement glittered in his eyes as he addressed the Tinuvel King. "Contrary to her sass, I have not come to request anything in particular. If Ysabel ever decides to look for a new home, she is welcome in the Cove, however."
There is a mild challenge to the words that he speaks, although it is subtle and really only a reference to their initial conversation, wherein Solomon had attempted to negotiate that Requiem be allowed to stay as his second in return for protection. He had quite resoundingly been schooled in that Warsaw's family was allowed to make their own decisions regarding where they lived. Or, at least, Requiem had earned that right. Whether this extended to the mares in his care remained to be seen. For all he knew, Ysabel was no relation to the grey stallion, and was instead a mare that belonged to Warsaw.
"In the meantime, she seems like she could be a fun one for one of the boys to tame." His gaze comes to rest on Aine, almost as a challenge. She was feisty, that was certain, but he had a feeling that when mixed with the hot young blood of an eager prince she would quickly find her match. "A way to whet their whistles, so to speak."
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